How do I paint a mood, capture the sun
on a day when grey has washed away its gold,
when life has scoured the shine off everyone
and left them shadowed, jaded, feeling old?
I feel the thoughts of others in my mind,
and listen to their sadness. With written words
I try to soothe their pain. I search to find
an answer to those unasked pleas I've heard
for their spirits to be lightened, lifted...
Happiness, not easy to define,
waits to surface once all mists have shifted
from perception of the path. Time
revolves, so changes how we view each day,
and by such means must banish all dismay.
This is a late entry for Poetry Jam, and an early one for In tandem! I've also sneaked it into d'Verse Poetry Pub by the skin of my teeth...
24 Aug 2011
22 Aug 2011
For Sale
It's window shopping,
not the usual method.
Smiles three-a-penny.
With thanks to Tess for her prompt at Magpie Tales.
21 Aug 2011
Sunday 160
Monkey Man started me thinking about hands with his post today. He asks that we contain our thoughts in 160 characters.
Young hands with a world of exploration at their fingertips, hold a new piece of gadgetry. There is much they will have to learn about life, let alone a phone.
I think this will double up for Susannah's I Saw Sunday as well! Two birds with one stone, and all that!
18 Aug 2011
Thursday Think Tank #62
See Poets United for more alphabet soup...
Third in line,
in Penelope
or Jinksy.
Two names joined from head to toe
complete my picture.
in Penelope
or Jinksy.
Two names joined from head to toe
complete my picture.
17 Aug 2011
Be Cool!
by Penny Smith |
Water-world
imagination
paints colours
in cool shades
to fill fevered hearts and minds
with serenity.
imagination
paints colours
in cool shades
to fill fevered hearts and minds
with serenity.
This is a shadorma I've written for In Tandem #6, a syllabic verse of 3/5/3/3/7/5 over six lines. I've also linked it to The Poetry Pantry.
10 Aug 2011
In Tandem # 5
My widget has no shelf life! It will remain for a good week, so using one or both images as inspiration:-
- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not too long, though, eh?)
- Post it on your own blog (and help yourself to a picture)
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people- but please note, this Mr Linky List is not there simply as a free lead in to your totally unrelated blog! All such entries from people not playing the game will be deleted.
1. Caddoc Trellis 2. A New Day 3. Jinksy 4. jabblog uk | 5. Ricardo 6. Rinkly Rimes 7. vivienne blake 8. Sweta -1st pic | 9. CC Champagne 10. Ann Grenier |
Powered by... Mister Linky's Magical Widgets.
3 Aug 2011
In Tandem #4
My widget has no shelf life! It will remain for a good week, so using one or both images as inspiration:-
- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not too long, though, eh?)
- Post it on your own blog (and help yourself to a picture)
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people...
1 Aug 2011
Spin Off
A blistering sun
whirls to spin heat waves to Earth.
Dragon breathes fire.
whirls to spin heat waves to Earth.
Dragon breathes fire.
Thanks to Tess for a Magpie Prompt which set my mind spinning in other directions!
And because hot weather makes everybody think watery thoughts, here's a picture from BKM at Monday's Child, which will cool us all nicely!
Frogs went a-leaping, one two three.
Duck went a-quacking "Come with me!
Let's go for a paddle till it's time for tea!"
Little boy listened, hands on his knees.
"Look, I've got my shoes off! I'm ready as can be!"
And because hot weather makes everybody think watery thoughts, here's a picture from BKM at Monday's Child, which will cool us all nicely!
Frogs went a-leaping, one two three.
Duck went a-quacking "Come with me!
Let's go for a paddle till it's time for tea!"
Little boy listened, hands on his knees.
"Look, I've got my shoes off! I'm ready as can be!"
30 Jul 2011
I Saw Sunday
Life force from these buds bursts from the screen. A triangle of knapped flint arrowhead leaves pinpoints us, the observer, to bear witness to their beauty...
Green spirals seek anchorage for a scarlet bug... and a plane hums by overhead, drawing a straight line in the summer sky.
Thanks to Susannah for this prompt, which makes us think more about what we see, and to Monkey Man, who challenges us to say something in 160 characters. By judicious editing, the first paragraph fits this criteria!
Jammy Dodgers?
From her Poetry Jam grandstand view in seat number 47, The Bug has asked us to cogitate upon what life will look like from seat 67. To make this more difficult, she asks rhymers not to rhyme.
So here's a little prose, instead... in 67 words!
So here's a little prose, instead... in 67 words!
Sixty seven? Twist that to seventy six. In six years that may be me...But I live in the now of not knowing, while showing scant interest in tomorrow. For today is sufficient to do some of the things I should, plus many things which I simply choose to do. Did I imagine this simplicity would be possible when the path from forty seven stretched before me?
29 Jul 2011
A Friday 55
The sky cries; its tears fall faster, as the drumming rhythm increases. Outlines blur, and foliage cowers under the deluge.
But clouds creep away, and only intermittent teardrops drip and plop about house and garden. The outdoor face, full of wet day sadness, peers through my windows, to see if I sympathise with its sorrow.
55 words and 1 picture hot off the press for G-Man today!
55 words and 1 picture hot off the press for G-Man today!
27 Jul 2011
In Tandem #3
This week the Tandem has two riders! Margaret Bednar has offered one of her original artworks to accompany mine. I thought our two styles of portraits might make an interesting contrast...
They seemed to have a strange affinity, one with the other .
Maybe this is another chance for the storytellers. Let's see...Using one or both images as inspiration:-
They seemed to have a strange affinity, one with the other .
digital sketch by jinksy |
- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not too long, though, eh?)
- Post it on your own blog (and help yourself to a picture)
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people...
20 Jul 2011
In Tandem
by jinksy |
- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not TOO long, though, eh?)
- Post it on your own blog (and help yourself to my picture)
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people...
19 Jul 2011
A Spoonful Of Jam?
Wide Awake
It’s night - the urge to sleep is gone.
Inexorably time ticks on.
Fussy, mechanical, busy tick-tock
of wind up alarm or mantel clock,
or spasmodic click of a battery quartz,
soft and even.
They’re companions of sorts,
for nothing is worse
in the stillness of night
than silence –
dark, complete and utter,
when hovering thoughts intrude
to scutter around inside my brain.
Soon, there I go,
tossing and turning again.
Here I am, late, scraping out the pot of Poetry Jam belonging to Jessica Maybury this week.
Now it's Thursday Think Tank who have come up with a nighttime theme, so I couldn't resist linking this!
It’s night - the urge to sleep is gone.
Inexorably time ticks on.
Fussy, mechanical, busy tick-tock
of wind up alarm or mantel clock,
or spasmodic click of a battery quartz,
soft and even.
They’re companions of sorts,
for nothing is worse
in the stillness of night
than silence –
dark, complete and utter,
when hovering thoughts intrude
to scutter around inside my brain.
Soon, there I go,
tossing and turning again.
Here I am, late, scraping out the pot of Poetry Jam belonging to Jessica Maybury this week.
Now it's Thursday Think Tank who have come up with a nighttime theme, so I couldn't resist linking this!
18 Jul 2011
Another Man In An Iron Mask?
There once was a wrestler from Hay
whose face was so ugly, they say,
that people would ask
that he wear a black mask
to hide his poor physog away.
Thanks to Tess for her Magpie Marvel this week..
whose face was so ugly, they say,
that people would ask
that he wear a black mask
to hide his poor physog away.
Thanks to Tess for her Magpie Marvel this week..
13 Jul 2011
In Tandem
graphic by jinksy |
What I read gave me the urge to produce a picture to fit, instead of the usual practice of her writing to fit my graphic!
I'm going to post it alone, with only a Mr Linky List, so anybody who decides to use it as a prompt, will not be influenced by her interpretation. But later in the week, I shall come back and edit the post to include Elizabeth's words.***
***And here they are
Golden wheat sways
beneath summer skies,
feeding hungry eyes
with promise of good
things remembered,
others still to come.
beneath summer skies,
feeding hungry eyes
with promise of good
things remembered,
others still to come.
By Elizabeth Crawford 11/6/2011
Meantime:-- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not TOO long, though, eh?)
- Post it on your own blog (and help yourself to my picture)
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people...
10 Jul 2011
Housey Housey?
Narrow street,
teeming lives hidden;
close packed doors
and windows
challenge people's privacy
with tight juxtaposition.
This is my shadorma, written for Neil Alexanders's photo as featured on One Stop Poetry's Challenge today.
For those who are unfamiliar with this form, it consists of six syllabic lines, 3/5/3/3/7/7, and I particularly like it as an accompaniment to photographs.
Oops! Just realised that should have been 3/5/3/3/7/5 - sorry, people!
teeming lives hidden;
close packed doors
and windows
challenge people's privacy
with tight juxtaposition.
This is my shadorma, written for Neil Alexanders's photo as featured on One Stop Poetry's Challenge today.
For those who are unfamiliar with this form, it consists of six syllabic lines, 3/5/3/3/7/7, and I particularly like it as an accompaniment to photographs.
Oops! Just realised that should have been 3/5/3/3/7/5 - sorry, people!
7 Jul 2011
Two In Tandem # 9
By Jinksy |
autumn forest, playing
hide and seek with ever
changing shadows.
Piercing eyes spot
small movement.
She dives, releasing
cry of victory.
By Elizabeth 6/7/2011
Elizabeth Crawford caught the swift beat of wings in her words for this last minute change of my graphic for today's Tandem.
But I've now decided to include the very different image I'd originally planned, to give people a choice of mood, if soaring wings should pass by them too quickly!
- Write your piece - poem, prose, whatever (just not TOO long, though, eh?)
- Post it
- Copy and paste the URL of your post, not blog, into the Linky Widget
- Leave a comment, then go and see what some other Blogpals have come up with!
- Have fun, people...
4 Jul 2011
Wheatfield With Rising Sun
By VincentVan Gogh |
In a mind
not far from madness
speed of thought
left its marks
on canvas which we enjoy
in the cold light of reason.
The sun's light
shines from the painting
and we feel
the painter's
exuberant excitement
at capturing its power.
Who can say
where dividing lines lay?
Genius...
Lunacy...
Does beauty need a label
before it achieves value?
not far from madness
speed of thought
left its marks
on canvas which we enjoy
in the cold light of reason.
The sun's light
shines from the painting
and we feel
the painter's
exuberant excitement
at capturing its power.
Who can say
where dividing lines lay?
Genius...
Lunacy...
Does beauty need a label
before it achieves value?
Thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales #72 for this artistic prompt.
Hop To It!
Rabbits lollop round about
and nibble at the treats
I carry in my bucket.
The grass tickles my feet,
and I have to keep them very still
while I watch the bunnies eat,
so they won't get frightened
and dash away from me...
I like to have them visit
and and say '"Hello!" you see.
For Monday's Child #50 - illustration by Clara Burd, with thanks to bkm.
and nibble at the treats
I carry in my bucket.
The grass tickles my feet,
and I have to keep them very still
while I watch the bunnies eat,
so they won't get frightened
and dash away from me...
I like to have them visit
and and say '"Hello!" you see.
For Monday's Child #50 - illustration by Clara Burd, with thanks to bkm.
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